In Exile (Archangel Jarahmael and the War to Conquer Heaven, Book III) (10 page)

AN AGREEMENT

Lillith was sitting in one of the rooms of Luciferael’s palace in the Seventh Pit of Hell, eating a piece of fruit from a branch of the Tree of Life that she had planted in the corner of the room. As good as the fruit tasted, it reminded her of her home and made her sad. Luciferael’s palace was not a place she liked, magnificent in its own way with the colored walls and beautifully encrusted with those shiny rocks called diamonds. Even though the temperature in the Underworld became more elevated the deeper one went, Luciferael’s palace remained cool and vibrant, not humid and stuffy hot as the outside of the Seventh Pit of Hell. That was one of the reasons Lillith remained in the palace.

There was some ruffling of Archangels’ wings, a distinct sound because their wings were larger and more full-length than the wings of the other species of Angels. As Lillith looked up to see who it was that had arrived, Luciferael strode into the room, his wings tucking along the sides of his back as he entered, with Beelzebael a few steps behind.

“Good morning Lillith,” Luciferael said as he walked up to the raised platform that held one of his thrones and sat upon it. Beelzebael nodded to her in greeting as he walked past to one of the lower chairs that sat on the right side of Luciferael.

“Good morning Luciferael and Beelzebael,” she said as she got up and curtsied before them. She was not able to move as easily as before, as her pregnancy was advancing along and she could feel her slighty expanded belly.

“How have you been feeling?” Luciferael asked her, staring intently at her as though he was reading her mind.

“Not so well, my lord Luciferael.”

“Is it because of your physical condition?” Luciferael asked, all the while not caring much about the new life within her. He was having enough trouble getting rid of the Humans and Simians that were already on the planet, much less new ones, and immortal because of their parentage at that!

“Yes, in part, my lord. But I also need sunshine and air, water, and other creatures to keep me company!” Lillith exclaimed.

“Not to fret, Lillith. I have a proposition for you,” Luciferael said, watching her reaction closely.

“What is your proposal, lord Luciferael?” she asked.

“I will have my Angels build you a palace that stretches from the ceiling of the Underworld to the surface of the Earth where you can go enjoy those things. I will have them build it so it is not easily detected by the Almighty and the loyal Angels, but you have to remember to be careful to stay hidden as they will destroy you if they find you!”

“That would be wonderful, my lord,” she answered, smiling with joy at the prospect of having access to the world outside of the Underworld.

“There are some other conditions though.”

“What would they be, my lord?” Lillith asked, now looking worried about what she would have to give up so she could have her baby and give it a safe life.

“Not much really, Lillith. I will let you have full access to the Earth for the next seven years so you can bear and begin to raise your child.”

“What happens after the first seven years, my lord?” she asked.

“After the first seven years, you must return here to the Underworld to live,” Luciferael said.

“Forever?” she asked.

“Yes, but only until we reconquer the Heavens,” Luciferael answered. “Then you would have total freedom throughout the Universe.”

Luciferael turned to Beelzebael who was seated below him. “Why don’t you explain the other term, Beelzebael?”

Beelzebael explained, “Oh and one other term, just a slight inconvenience for you. It does seem that you do well overall being pregnant, you know, with child. We would require that you give all of the members of the Auxilium offspring, just as you are doing for Jarahmael.”

Lillith stayed silent in thought. Then she asked, “And what if I refuse?”

“Well, in the most simple form, you shall not be allowed back up on the surface of the Earth ever again. And the child you bear will be destroyed.”

“But my child is immortal, my lord Beelzebael. You cannot change that!”

“Actually we can, Lillith. We have given this a great deal of thought. You may not know this, but we were taught how to create stars and planets in the beginning of the Creation. That required that we travel to the far reaches of the universe. Those little twinkling lights you see at night from the skies on the Earth? Well, we can travel there, Lillith. The stars are at very great distances from the Underworld and the Earth. Even from the Heavens.” Beelzebael then stood up from his chair and by circling his arms created a model of the solar system and universe that allowed Lillith to see with her own eyes the distances and things he was talking about. Beelzebael then looked over his shoulder at Luciferael to make sure his speech and demonstration were meeting with his approval. Luciferael nodded and Beelzebael continued.

“And when you get close to each of those twinkling lights they are much, much larger than the sun that rises over the Earth and provides it with both light and warmth. We would take your child to the stars that are the furthest out from the Earth and fling the child into the churning mass of heat that makes up these stars and gives off all that light and heat. So even if your child’s flesh was not totally destroyed, the child would be tormented forever in the cauldron of burning gases, with no means of escape. So yes, for all practical purposes your child would be destroyed.”

Lillith stood there looking at the smaller scale stars that were floating around the model Beelzebael created out of thin air and hung her head down as the threat sunk in. Tears began to fall off her face onto the floor below.

Luciferael and Beelzebael smiled, due in part to the genius of Luciferael’s plan and in other part due to their feeling of revenge aimed at the Humans and the effect it would have one day on Jarahmael the traitor.

Eventually Lillith raised her head the stream of tears still flowing off her face. “I see I have no other choice, so for the sake of my unborn child I will agree.”

“Wonderful!” Luciferael said, hopping off his raised chair, embracing Lillith and holding her in the air for a moment.

“Now to seal the agreement. Beelzebael, will you do the honors?”

“Certainly, my lord,” Beelzebael answered as he pulled out a scroll made of a piece of sheep’s skin that was tanned on one side with writing, the other side still padded with the sheep’s wool. Drawing out his swords, he then made a slash across Lillith’s hand and had her place her blood on one part of the scroll, while Luciferael slashed a part of his own hand and had some of his inner light energy drip onto the scroll. Some of Lillith’s tears dropped down and stained the scroll as well.

“It is done, my lord,” Beelzebael said as he rolled up the scroll and placed it back into his tunic.

“So that is it, my lord Luciferael?” Lillith asked as she closed her hand over her wound.

“Almost, come here let see your hand,” Luciferael said as he reached out for her hand. He clasped her hand within his two hands and her wound healed instantaneously, leaving a scar nonetheless.

He then pulled her closer and ignoring her tears placed his hand behind her head, looking into her eyes, hypnotizing her, as he blocked this whole discussion from her conscious mind. He buried it for the present time, knowing it would rise again to the surface at his command.